The camp had gone quiet when the sun dropped. Hazel and Zack argued softly by the fire about what direction Eidos might travel next. Jax sat close beside me, sharpening his blade with motions that were slower than usual. His eyes kept flicking toward the trees as if he felt someone watching. Maybe he did.
Because I felt it too.
Something brushed the edges of my pulse. Not Eidos. Not the hybrid. Something softer, full of cool light and hidden sorrow.
Selene.
When the others finally drifted toward rest, I slipped from the circle of tents and followed the pull. The forest opened into a small stream, its water glowing faintly under the moonlight. The surface rippled as if stirred by a breeze but there was no wind. Only the hush of flowing water.
Then her reflection appeared before her bod
